Jason and I had a night (and morning) out alone -- NO KIDS. No kids for 19 hours. No diaper changing, no sippy cups, no trips to the potty, no "MOM!", no books with pictures. Nineteen hours of just us. Hard to believe it had been over three years since we had done that. It was wonderful...time to talk, time to sleep, time to just be us and remember why we love each other.
However, as much as we were overdue for a night out, and as much as we LOVED it (especially eating at the breakfast buffet where my husband said, "this is so weird...I am not getting three or four other plates, then running to get mine and shoving it down fast enough that I get a few bites before they are done and want more")...as much as it is good to be together, there were also no pitter patter of little feet (and with all tiles floors in our home we have a lot of this), no "Mommy, I love you," no sweet three year old giggles, no pile of kids on my lap for story time, no little hands in mine, no crazy dances on the floor, no prayers and kisses from my babies goodnight.
It was good to get away, but boy was it good to see them again!
Sweet, sweet post. I'm happy for you. I'm always happy for you.
But I can't get past the feet pic - because we have the same feet! *LOL* The same unruly bits, I mean (as I'm guessing yours are more functionally sound than mine). I just attacked mine yesterday with a Ped Egg, but give me a couple of days and I'll be your foot twin yet again!
I love that photo (er, not that I love feet, mind you), it's just that it's such a darling perspective of your partnership :)
Posted by: Rebecca | August 06, 2009 at 10:49 PM